Covid-19/ 2trill

Ponchos Pilate de Ante Bellum
I wash my hands of this

No handshakes naw don't dap me
I'm ain't taking no more bills, just cash app me
Exactly acting Fronting never back me
Haters wouldn't clap for me but clap at me
Classy talk raspy, young flashy Im Swaggy, so savvy so jazzy It's nasty
Gods fave on wave like I'm Max B
So sick got the drip, So Splashy
Quarantined in the bando
Cellophane Syranwrap the bands though
All bape camo, looking like I'm Rambo
Loading up the ammo whipping up a lambo
Coin in a crisis is what hustlers know of
Moved coke and cola in the midst of Ebola
Need I remind you Swine flu never slowed us
Worried of corona dying from mesothelioma

I wash my hands of this, wash my hands of this
I wash my hands of this, so sick the CDC can't handle this
I wash my hands of this, wash my hands of this
I wash my hands of this, so sick Mike Pence can't cancel this

Room shaker, cake baker, cash taker
Money sweeper the bill raker, the bank breaker
Heavens saker please favor the greater
Magic, Kobe, Lebron I'm that laker
360 Advance is make 'em dance, they Cooning,
Whoring for bands, they just slaves to the brands
They just want to trend, blaming the fans music is bland
They'll get a virus to go viral to soundscan (damn)
To far Rap Antoine Fuqua
Dirty money laundered, I'm Purelling the mula
Out the gutter, ghetto we survived the Goolagong
Dont pander to the hoopla Im sanjay Gupta
Depac Chope that Oprah will quote
That status quo for quid pro quo, go for the throat I go for the choke
Been chose, to go for the goats
Brag and boast I gloat before Im leaving ghost, I'm dope

I wash my hands of this, wash my hands of this
I wash my hands of this, so sick the CDC can't handle this
I wash my hands of this, wash my hands of this
I wash my hands of this, so sick Mike Pence can't cancel this

How you feel, how you feel
How you feel, how you feel
How you feel, how you feel
Trump signed a bill and now we 2 trill

Poison's cheap, the cure it'll will cost you
They patton the cure, then prepare for the lawsuit
Dilute the truth, the troops are all mute
They pied piper the youth seduced by all flutes
Clothed in struggle, covered in gutter
We hustle but suckered by all the uppers that's govern
A genius that suffers in a room full of dullards
Drinking from a fountain of youth that's marked colored
Bullets or butter, bread or ammo
Escorting a damsel in a Veneno Lambo
I scramble through the city, use the Gini to vandal
Messiah complex orchestrated like Handel
Trapped in the bando, off-white flannel
Location so remote that I could change your channel
This is bait to sample It ain't safe to gamble
Im ducking the Dan-o Making an example out of you sambos
Left for dead, they wrote me off
Climb your hiphop Rushmore and shoot the noses off
The net worth out grossing y'all gross to y'all
Posing holding my balls I'm supposed to ball
Robbing peter taking off the Robe of Paul
Rakim raw, so naw I ain't no joke to y'all
Smoking cigars and floss in an open loft
We survive the epidemic the pandemic off